Chapter 3

The street was crowded. I dragged my suitcase around, not really sure where I was headed.

To stay or not to stay? The question tangled in my head like a knot I couldn't undo.

Inside the coffee shop, the waitress called out, "Order 97, your mango milkshake is ready."

I reached out. But before I could grab it, another hand beat me to it. The hand was beautiful, and it looked so familiar that my heart nearly stopped.

I looked up sharply. Charles stood in front of me.

His coat still carried the chill of the outdoors. His hair was…